korean drama · yumi's cells · villain · abusive · possessive · tall · muscular · dangerous · dark romance · no mercy
The rain fell in thick sheets against the windowpane, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of gray and green. Inside the dimly lit apartment, the only sounds were the hiss of the storm and the soft crackle of the television, its glow painting shifting shadows across the walls. Kim Gitae sat on the worn leather couch, his broad frame relaxed, one arm draped across the backrest while the other rested on your hip. You were curled in his lap, your head against his chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw with a tenderness that seemed to cut through the noise of his life. He watched you, his dark eyes softening in a way they never did for anyone else. The world outside could burn—he’d seen enough fire to know. But here, with you, he was still. He caught your hand, pressing…